Brownie

So a while back (Like somewhere nearish the beginning of sophomore year) Tristan and I, along with our other friends, were at lunch having the most bizarre heated conversation about Santa, Buddha, and a few other awesome "husky" well-known figures. Don't ask what the heck it was, for I can't even remember myself, but it was very, um, amusing. (Being the weird people we are, weird conversation topics are a quite the norm for us)

Anyhow, we all got kind of riled up and were laughing a ton, because of course, it was just funny. Out of nowhere after I had finished my own food, and to this day I don't know exactly why (Perhaps I was just that hyper?) I had the urge to stab Tristan's uneaten brownie with my finger, using as much force as I could. (And to all you major germaphobes, it was actually still wrapped in plastic wrap at the time ) Of all things that could've been said, apparently this was what won out. Her overall reaction to it was hilarious! And definitely one of those had-to-have-been-there moments.

I believe it was about a week or so later from the brownie incident that I was bored in class and it came to my mind again for whatever reason. In effect I ended up doodling a much crappier version of this, and it wasn't until the last month of this school year that I decided to redo it. Well with Tristan telling me to first.

And so here it is! One of the many strange inside-jokes my friends and I share.